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| Story Time with BFN Posse | Started by: Dah_Kurlzz on Mar 17, '09 03:23 |
| What rap battle Drom? there is no rap battle, last i heard Scientologists were to scared to rap battle us. | |
| Reply by: Dah_Kurlzz at Mar 18, '09 01:54 | |
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no rap battle??? damn. nods and agrees with DK |
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| Reply by: John-The-Revelator at Mar 18, '09 09:12 | |
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| NO RAP BATTLES AND NO SCIENTOLOGY!!!!!!!!!! | |
| Reply by: AngelaBaker at Mar 18, '09 23:09 | |
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| Thank you for clearing that up Angela....hmmm...what whas I about to say....um..Oh Yeah. Down with L. RON! L. Ron Hubbard Eats Babies! | |
| Reply by: Dah_Kurlzz at Mar 19, '09 03:09 | |
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| And penis! | |
| Reply by: AngelaBaker at Mar 19, '09 09:07 | |
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| wow | |
| Reply by: John-The-Revelator at Mar 20, '09 11:23 | |
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Messiah moves through his group of friends and clears himself out in front of the crowd against scientology. I am The_Messiah which means I know all, see all, hear all and can pretty much do all. I know that Scientology is a fake. I hear and see about people who promote Scientology that they are all false and go against everything, except making your own religion, which again is bullshit. Scientology hinders our society with it's stupidity. Oh and I agree because I have witnessed it, L. Ron Hubbard does eat babies and he does love the cock. The_Messiah lights up a cigarette and thinks to himself while handing out a few flyers: "Damn son, BFN totally gets shit done." |
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| Reply by: The_Messiah at Mar 21, '09 02:26 | |
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| feel free to post in here still if you feel the need to do so. The next BFN posse story will come up within the week. :) | |
| Reply by: Dah_Kurlzz at Mar 21, '09 02:38 | |
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Walks in with a pillow and a blankey Do you also tell ghost stories? Makes a little space on the ground, and lays down |
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| Reply by: Mr_Wild at Mar 21, '09 03:57 | |
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well, if you want a good ghost story, i can tell you a ghost story, but you will have to give me a day to work on it. Puts his lit cigarette on the ground so Mr_Wild can pretend its a campfire |
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| Reply by: Dah_Kurlzz at Mar 21, '09 04:01 | |
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Warms his hands by the "fire" Any stories you can come up with off the top of your head? I'm about to be in sleep mode. Lays back down |
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| Reply by: Mr_Wild at Mar 21, '09 04:02 | |
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okay...here it goes. When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful. It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night. People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular. One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue. What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy. With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too. Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright. The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery. And they all lived happily ever after. |
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| Reply by: Dah_Kurlzz at Mar 21, '09 04:09 | |
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Yawns.. Not exactly the bedtime story I had in mind. But whatever. Turns on the AM radio I'm gonna invent something one day called the Television. It will be something that shows picture movements. |
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| Reply by: Mr_Wild at Mar 21, '09 04:22 | |
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Listen, I'm the only one here who tells Ghost stories. Mmkay? |
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| Reply by: AngelaBaker at Mar 22, '09 01:20 | |
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| Oh yes, you can tell all the ghost stories you want baby. | |
| Reply by: Phantom_Ghost at Mar 22, '09 01:21 | |
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| Im ready for a ghost story :) | |
| Reply by: John-The-Revelator at Mar 22, '09 14:51 | |
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| Angela, im still mad at you for what you said about my sexuality. Therefore you can not tell a ghost story. >:( | |
| Reply by: Dah_Kurlzz at Mar 22, '09 19:04 | |
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I want a good ghost story, and I want it now! :( For goodness sakes, can't I hear just one good one? |
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| Reply by: Mr_Wild at Mar 30, '09 20:00 | |
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| If you want a good ghost story, i guess we should have Angela Baker tell it. Well, Angela....Go ahead... | |
| Reply by: Dah_Kurlzz at Mar 31, '09 01:07 | |
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Hmmm...wellll... Angela thinks to herself out loud as she paces the floor. Once upon a time, there was this couple who lived in a cabin out in the woods... PG! You finish the story. You know it better than I do. |
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| Reply by: AngelaBaker at Mar 31, '09 01:30 | |
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